illyrian bastard

Cassian fc: can yaman indie roleplay | 21+ written by grim

[the-lonelybarricade]

Acotar Universe Curse Words/Phrases

A list for your fic-writing references. I've put an astricks next to the ones used the most. Pages are from the kindle version <3

Bastard (acotar pg. 46)

Piss-poor (acotar pg. 60)

What in the bottlomless depths of the Cauldron (acotar pg. 66)

Cauldron (acotar pg. 87)

Cauldron no (acotar pg. 87)

Prick (acotar pg. 92)

By the Cauldron (acotar pg. 106)**

Thank/Curse the Forgotten Gods (acotar pg. 120)

Go to hell (acotar pg. 133)

Cauldron save you/me (acotar pg. 152)*

Cauldron boil me (acotar pg. 192)*

Cauldron boil and fry me (actoar pg. 224)

Damn it (acotar pg. 225)

For Cauldron's sake (acotar pg. 328)

Gods-damned Cauldron (acomaf pg. 62)

Mother save you/me (acomaf pg. 153)*

By the Mother (acomaf pg. 192)

Mother above (acomaf pg. 206)***

Mother's tits (acomaf pg. 209)

Mother knows what/when/how (acomaf pg. 236)

Cauldron damn me (acomaf pg. 253)

Thank the mother (acomaf pg. 285)

Thank the Cauldron (acowar pg. 32)

Cauldron bless him/her/you/us/them (acowar pg. 203)*

Mother bless him/her/you/us/them (acowar pg. 226)*

Thank the fucking Cauldron (acowar pg. 279)

Mother damn it (acowar pg. 394)

Holy Mother (acowar pg. 510)

Gods (acofas pg. 3)

Cauldron knows what/when/how (acofas pg. 149)

Mother above and Cauldron save me (acofas pg. 202)

Mother help you (acofas pg. 227)

Fuck (acosf pg. 54)

Gods no (acosf pg. 147)

Cauldron boil him alive (acosf pg. 157)

Holy Gods (acosf pg. 247) (this is first used in acosf, but is used a TON)

Thank the gods (acosf pg. 306)

Gods spare me (acosf pg. 598)

Gods help us (acosf pg. 627)

Motherfucker (acosf pg. 666)

Godsforsaken (acosf pg. 722)

[nataliacreations]

Can Yaman, turkish actor, 34yo. (part1)

[fcsx]

[nataliacreations]

Can Yaman, turkish actor, 34yo. (part2)

[dreamsmagicrainbow]

[vvarriorheart]

"the man who is coming here tonight is completely unlike you."

@pleinsdemuses

"Now that's not saying much for him, is it?"

His smile was all teeth, more of a threat than a display of happiness. Cassian had no right to be jealous that Nesta had a date tonight. They weren't together in any sense other than circumstance and orders, and that didn't change just because he'd been shadowing her for weeks, trying to keep her safe. If anything, it had only deepened the antagonism between them, but there was more to it on his end now, a heat that hadn't been there before.

But he'd be damned if he let that or the jealousy show. He hadn't moved from the comfortable armchair he'd sunk into, long legs stretched out before him. He'd be the picture of relaxation if there wasn't always some underlying tension in him, ready to spring into action at the first sign of a threat. It gave him a sort of savage pleasure to put a wrinkle in her plans for the night. "I can't guard you if I'm not there, princess. We'll be discreet, but the rules haven't changed. You will stay in sight of my team at all times."

[vvarriorheart]

"i mean, nothing has happened or anything."

@pleinsdemuses

Cassian never thought his life could be turned upside down by a single woman, but that was before Rhysand started dating Feyre. It was never simple when they mixed with normal people, but she'd taken the truth better than anyone had a right to expect. In fact, she seemed to flourish at Rhys's side, and whatever initial doubts Cassian had about her had faded to the background. He worried more for her safety now than he worried she would bring harm down on his brother. She was oddly good for Rhys, even if they were the furthest thing from good for her.

He couldn't say the same for her sister, Nesta. She'd been a thorn in his side from day one. Unfortunately, he'd always been just a little bit masochistic, and he couldn't resist the opportunity to needle her whenever they were forced to be in the same room, even when she smacked him down hard every time. He kept coming back for more, even if he wouldn't admit it.

Her safety must have been important to Rhysand for him to take Cassian off his security detail and put him on Nesta's. He was no happier about it than she was, but he followed orders, and he did his job well. He'd just finished checking her apartment for threats or bugs, and he'd given a few orders to his team about how he wanted the place secured. It was going to be hell on her privacy until this died down, but he didn't care if she was happy, only if she was alive.

"You got threats by mail. That's not nothin'. The sooner you accept neither of us has a choice in this, the better. Rhysand calls the shots, and he wants me on bodyguard detail. End of story."

[vvarriorheart]

“I hate when people ask me what sign I am. Like, bitch, I am a sign from God. Start running.”

@murderchickcn

For all his months stuck in London, there were still a great many things Cassian had yet to learn about the human world. He hadn't the slightest idea what she was referring to by what sign she was, and he would have found the the idea that the stars had a say in personalities laughable. Humans believed the oddest things, yet few of them recognized magic even when it stared them in the face. He knew because most of their gazes slid right past his wings, whether he bothered to glamour them or not.

He was wiping down equipment at the gym he worked in. Training warriors was the only thing Cassian had ever known how to do. Now, he supposed he had to content himself with helping humans prepare for bikini season and watching dudebros flex in the gym's many mirrors. He did find Kat's friend amusing though, and he let out a booming laugh. "What's the sign say? Beware the tiny, adorable human?"

[potentialbreakupscng-a]

Whenever she went to the gym, she usually just went in and when she was done she left. She always preferred to go out for a run and do things outside rather than getting stuck indoors running in the same boring spot for however many hours. Running in the rain was not unheard of for her, but ever since the last incident -- she swore she wouldn't go for a full run in the rain. Maybe a romp around, but not an official rain.

"One, I'm not tiny. I'm actually taller than average, so watch yourself before you call me tiny again," her eyes narrowed as if it's any type of threat for him, "And this article says that my sign -- Cancer, which is a terrible name -- is 'compassionate, often sweet, always deeply feeling, and capable of cracking up their inner circle with their offbeat or goofy sense of humor," check, " 'you can rely on the Cancers in your life to offer a shoulder to cry on and freshly baked cookies' -- see that's wrong. I don't bake. I can cook kind of, but I don't bake. And I'm not that emotional," a lie, she cried whenever a leaf fell or someone looked at her the wrong way, " 'They are the zodiac's purveyors of care packages, sentimental emoji-peppered emails, and warm-hearted talks over a steaming mug of chamomile tea.' Who sends emails anymore? And I don't like tea either. I prefer coffee -- or cocoa," her nose wrinkled and continued reading, " 'They're your obvious date for that food truck crawl --' so far the only thing that's really been true, I love food, 'the friend who won't question a random rant about that eighth-grade crush, or the thoughtful, emotionally present lover you can rely on for nonstop snuggle sessions and an unconditional stream of mushy words.'"

She closed the magazine, flicking some of her dark hair from her face as she shifted from the position she was sitting in to cross and tuck her legs under her. "It's super inaccurate -- makes me seem soft. I'm not soft. I'm tough and strong and -- wait." She paused from her tangent, dark eyes looking up at him and her head tipped to the side -- a smile on her lips as her dark eyes narrowed. "Did you call me adorable?"

[vvarriorheart]

Did it ever stop raining in London? It was the soggiest fucking city he'd ever seen. He hadn't chosen it, exactly, but since it was where he ended up when he had the audacity to mess with the Harp, he hadn't dared to leave it. If he was going to be found by the rest of his family, presumably it would be easier if he didn't roam far on this silly planet. As a key member of the Night Court, he never thought he'd find himself missing the sun.

He merely raised an eyebrow, intrigued rather than cowed by their feistiness. At 6'5", everyone was tiny to Cassian. Even his brothers were shorter, though they argued about wingspan--that was the size that really mattered in his world--and Cass was no slouch there either. He invited himself to peer over their shoulder at the article, since he still had no idea what they were talking about, slightly narrowed eyes skimming the text. It sounded like a human mythology where their birth dates determined, with some degree of veracity apparently, the characteristics of their personality. Strange, but many things about this world were strange to him.

They seemed pretty emotional about this, but even Cassian was wise enough not to say so out loud. "Doesn't say you have to bake them yourself. There's a good bakery just 'round the corner. You know I never had a creampuff 'til I lived here?" They didn't have them in Prythian, at least not that he was aware of. His eyes narrowed a bit more on them, a shadow of that hard look that made his soldiers crack. "You sure? You look like you use a lot of emojis. Sounds to me like this thing knows what it's talkin' about." He straightened up, going back to the equipment he'd been wiping down, though his attention was still on them, a little smirk pulling at his mouth. "So adorable. You're only proving my point with that little rant."

[vvarriorheart]

⭒˚⭒ CASSIAN ⭒˚⭒ has just turned to a new page in their story. They're a [ 500+ ] year old cismale (he/him), and you might know them better as CASSIAN from A Court of Thorns & Roses. They're currently working as a General Commander at THE NIGHT COURT . They look a lot like ⭒˚⭒ CAN YAMAN ⭒˚⭒ and come from a world of [ magic ], but you'll know them best by their scaled armor, Illyrian tattoos, bellowing laugh, bloodred syphons, and impressive wingspan vibe. ⭒˚⭒

[pleinsdemuses]

Open starter

Muse: Feyre Archeron

“when the legends get written, i don't want to be remembered for standing on the sidelines.”

[vvarriorheart]

Cassian squinted, sizing her up. At a glance, she didn't look like a warrior, but he knew better than to underestimate her. Feyre had been a survivor long before she came to live among his kind. He just wasn't clear on why she was coming to him.

"You sure you wouldn't rather train with Rhys? Rumor has it I'm a real bastard of a teacher." He grinned widely, all teeth. In truth, Cassian was, indeed, a harsh instructor, but he was fair too. Everything he did, he did so his soldiers would learn, not simply to punish them with physical activity.

[vvarriorheart]

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

@pctentialbreakupsong

The relief Cassian felt at seeing a familiar face in London was immeasurable. He'd been trapped here for almost a gods damned year, and he was running out of hope of ever finding his way back to Prythian. It would have been harder seeing one of the Night Court and knowing they were likely just as stuck as he was, but Beau had more experience living in the human world. It didn't mean they'd find a way back, but it was reassuring not to be completely alone.

If they also had a bit of revenge business tucked into that agenda, well, the Illyrian was fully capable of multi-tasking. It had always hit him wrong that someone had taken Beau's wings and gone unpunished for it. Cassian had been forced to live without them for a time after Hybern, and it wasn't something he'd like to revisit. Being earthbound was hell for him, far more than being confined to a single, human city (although that was starting to climb the charts). Carrying out justice on someone else's behalf was practically in the General's job description. He'd be glad to help his friend pay back an old debt.

Research was admittedly not a place where Cassian excelled. He could do war strategy and fighting techniques for days, and he'd even started to be a little fond of Nesta's filthy romance novels, but his brain had a tendency to check out of anything it found too boring. Paging through dusty old tomes for ways back to the fae realm wasn't his idea of a good time.

Testing said spells, on the other hand, was right up his alley, not least of which for the possibility that it could go terribly, terribly wrong and send him somewhere worse than this. Or kill him. "Nothin' about this place is like old times, buddy. Magic's been hit or miss for me here." He paused to recheck the symbol he was painting on the floor. Cassian wasn't known for being cautious, but this was Amren-level shit. He didn't fancy being turned inside out or sent to a Hel dimension.

[pctentialbreakupsong-archive]

It had been a while since he had even thought about the fae realm. Honestly, he hadn’t been back in years and he had hardly remembered it. Half the time he didn’t even realize he was glamoured until someone irked him a certain way and he caught a glance of his golden eyes in the mirror. He hadn’t had the same connection to the realm like his friend did, but maybe if he went back he would understand what the hype was about evertrhing having to do with his home realm, though he doubted there would be any real reason to make him stay. His mom was a mortal human — adoptive mom. But she was the one who raised him.

And maybe, also taught him to fear expressing any kind of abnormality he may have had.

Ever since he and Cassian met up again, the scars on his back ached. They flared up every once in a while, but god it seemed worse whenever he was around his friend. A phantom pain he thought he had gotten rid of — one that felt like something was gonna tear through his skin and rip it apart as if he had grown a new pair of wings under it…like one did with their baby teeth. But he knew that was improbable — no impossible for him to grow back two entirely new appendages.

“Magic’s been a miss for me for as long as I can remember. The only thing I remember how to do is this.” He gestured to his glamoured state. He leaned against a nearby wall, watching...whatever his friend was doing to try and get back. He almost felt useless, but the least he could do was offer some company. "So, explain to me what you're doing again?"

[vvarriorheart]

Missing home was like a constant stomach ache. It wasn't the place so much, although he did miss the Illyrian training grounds and Velaris, of course. No, truthfully, home had never been much kinder to him until Rhysand had become High Lord. He'd had to fight tooth and nail for survival, much less to have any sort of power or say over his own life. What he missed was his family, the Night Court. If they were here, he'd be in no rush to go back, and there were times he thought they'd thrive in this world even better than in their own.

He paused in the drawing, a frown settling over his features. If Beau could do even less magic than Cassian, that wasn't a promising start. He already had his doubts about this working. Now, he was almost positive it wouldn't. Cassian's skillset was on the battlefield, and while he was one of the most magically powerful Illyrians in history, they weren't taught to fine tune their powers. He could disintegrate an opponent where he stood. But he would not trust himself with anything delicate, any more than he'd trust his large, rough hands to paint a portrait.

"Shit if I know. Book says it'll open a portal." He peered at the pages again, making sure he'd copied the symbols correctly-- especially the one for Prythian. He wanted to go home, not to some distant Hel dimension that was even worse than this one. "Guess we'll charge the symbols and see what happens." He shrugged, closing the book and getting to his feet, his wings tucked close so he wouldn't accidentally smear the sigils.

[vvarriorheart]

"That's Cauldron, pussycat, and I don't need magic for that." Bat wings flexed as he glanced over, his gaze lingering a little too long. "Only half? I think your mind can do better than that."

[velvetnviolentviolets]

“Are you?” Kathrine asked lifting a speculative brow as something akin to a grimace pulled at her lips. A whirling hybrid of curiosity and  prodding irritation coaxing her towards a need to push. Push just a bit further than they usually did.  Why she needed to press any sort of reaction from him was beyond her and frankly unimportant at this very juncture. . .but she had to poke at this.  “Asking for claws and truly volunteering to help? I always figured you were kinky. How do you figure we can best satisfy that portfolio? Glamour shots?” 

[vvarriorheart]

Cassian didn't mind a little pushing, so long as she was prepared for him to push back. He loved crossing a line, especially when it seemed he was being invited over one. Unfortunately, there were a great many human things that went right over his head. He may have gotten the overall gist of what she was saying, but the actual meaning went right over his head.

He gave that rumbling laugh, his head tipping curiously. "What's a glamour shot? Does it alter your appearance when you drink it? Kinda like the way I look now…"

[vvarriorheart]

“I hate when people ask me what sign I am. Like, bitch, I am a sign from God. Start running.”

@murderchickcn

For all his months stuck in London, there were still a great many things Cassian had yet to learn about the human world. He hadn't the slightest idea what she was referring to by what sign she was, and he would have found the the idea that the stars had a say in personalities laughable. Humans believed the oddest things, yet few of them recognized magic even when it stared them in the face. He knew because most of their gazes slid right past his wings, whether he bothered to glamour them or not.

He was wiping down equipment at the gym he worked in. Training warriors was the only thing Cassian had ever known how to do. Now, he supposed he had to content himself with helping humans prepare for bikini season and watching dudebros flex in the gym's many mirrors. He did find Kat's friend amusing though, and he let out a booming laugh. "What's the sign say? Beware the tiny, adorable human?"

[mercuriantrickster]

Can Yaman as Can Divit

ERKENCI KUS (2018), 1.01

[mercuriantrickster]

Can Yaman as Can Divit

ERKENCI KUS (2018), 1.01

[vvarriorheart]

[redacted] apologies to anyone waiting on threads with cassian. his muse has been difficult for me lately, and it doesn't look as though it's coming back any time soon. i'm going to be dropping all his threads and putting his blog on hiatus until further notice. i appreciate your understanding. 💛

[vvarriorheart]

"That's Cauldron, pussycat, and I don't need magic for that." Bat wings flexed as he glanced over, his gaze lingering a little too long. "Only half? I think your mind can do better than that."

[velvetnviolentviolets]

“It would be to your benefit to keep in mind that a Pussycat still has claws.” She warned. The previous shyness that momentarily struck her made way for a curious sort of amusement as his words rang with a sort of challenge. Bad idea or not, her gaze met his as a slow smirk sharpened her expression to a playful point.  “You were the one only half naked yesterday. -- Dream Cassian was far too busy to go on about his wings.”

. . .Alas I didn't get to see much.  My poor imagination must not be what it used to be. . .I guess Ill just have to stock up on source material.” 

[vvarriorheart]

"Oh, I'm counting on it." His grin widened. Kat's claws were one of his favorite things about her. She'd come to him already dangerous, and he'd helped make her downright lethal. Zero regrets about that.

"I bet he was. Put him to work," he chuckled softly. Up until now, it had only been flirting and teasing with them. This probably wasn't even the most suggestive conversation they'd had, so he didn't take it for granted that anything had changed. "Happy to help with that."